A kelpie, a satyr, and a fire salamander watch a succubus walk into a bar…

My name is Lex, and while this sounds like the start of a bad joke, the punchline falls flat, just like my ego when I find out that not one of them is interested in me… even though my succubus insists they be the ones to punch my V-card.

I’m not so sure.

I would drown my sorrows in ice cream and animal documentaries, but I have too much to do!

I have big plans for Crafty Seductions—my new business venture in Moonlit Falls, but someone has it out for me and wants me to fail.

Things are going wrong at every turn.

Then, after an especially disastrous coffee date, these men are suddenly changing their tune.

Is it just the magic?

Or can I trust that this is real?

Dion—the Satyr who may just dance me off my feet.

Ren—the fire salamander who says I’m his greatest treasure.

Tase—the Kelpie who wants to devour me.

And me?

I just want to teach people crafts.


“So you’re new around town?” the bouncer-turned-horse-turned-naked man asked, rolling to face me, as though completely unaware that he was cut like a marble statue with a sleeping anaconda draped casually over his thigh.

Do not ask him to wake the snake. Do not ask him to wake the snake, I thought desperately. My succubus shivered in delight, and I seriously considered jumping up and bolting, but my limbs were loose from my first ever orgasm. Oh shit. I would forever be the girl who gave her first O to a horse. 

“Ummm…” I needed to look away. Surely it would become awkward soon.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Focus, Lex, you can answer a simple question.

“Cocks. I mean Lex. Alexandicks.” I sighed in defeat and buried my face in my hands. It would have been awesome if I were able to blame the awkwardness on my succubus, but unfortunately it was all me. I had never seen one so close before.

“Your penis is very distracting,” I muttered through my hands. For the first time ever, I was attracted to someone, and now I had to leave the country and change my name. My face burned, and I wondered if you could spontaneously combust from foot-in-mouth syndrome.



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